Between whispers of stars, a song was born upon the wind,
a refrain of secret sighs and endless moonlit dances.
Here lies the melody, woven of nightshade flowers,
cascading through dreams like waves upon silent shores.
The heartache of solitude becomes the ember's warmth,
each flicker a silent promise of moments yet to unfold.
We are sailors lost to the sea's embrace,
bound by an anchor of time and tender echoes.
Lull and cradle, the world all but pauses,
cradled in the gentle murmur of your breath.
Together we entwine through these whispered pasts,
like ivy caressing the moonlit stone walls of history.